Yellow flashy Usain Bolt-esque runners tied and I’m out the door before the morning sun peaks over the mountain-tops. Florence & The Machine rage in my ears as I begin my warm-up. Herds of cow, horse and sheep meander on the lightly dew dropped mountain searching for their mornings feast.
I am a morning runner, therefore I run.
The mountain pulls me down her slight decline for three kilometers. The salt water breeze kisses my face and I run head on into its morning freshness.
This is how I start my mornings four times a week. Every week, summer excluded.
My turn around point is a small parking area for those wishing to text, chat or play games on their mobile devices, take a pee or watch the stunning panoramic view of the Bay of Asinara.
I used to stop and take in the view, watch the ocean crash in on this stunning island oasis. However, I’ve become stronger in my runs and want to continue on.
Returning uphill for three kilometers, passing shepherds wave in delight, awe and confusion. Delight because I’m a routinely friendly face. Awe because I am exercising frequently and confusion because I’m a woman, running in short running shorts, in the rain, wind and sun, four times a week.
I wave and shout greetings of the morning and they in return shout back. They smile, I smile, life is good during this forty-five minutes sport.
A shepherd passes me with this sheep herd, eight white, one black. I jump behind an ancient stone wall as the shepherd breaks out in laughter and proclaims:
“Sono stupidi. Non farà nulla.”
“They are stupid. They won’t to anything.”
Ma loro non vogliono mangiare me?
“But they won’t eat me?
He laughs a wide-mouthed laugh, shakes his head and continues on herding his sheep. I continue back up the mountain, Eminem is taking me home now, to a wonderfully hot shower.
I’m not sure why I asked him if the sheep would eat me? I suppose it’s the only verb I could find in my exasperated, almost done six kilometer morning run.
Are you a daily ish runner? What kind of runner are you, morning, noon or night? Have you come across anything strange, or odd on your outdoor run? I’d love to hear about it, tell me below.